sirens

sometimes i love the feeling of being lost.

the good kind of lost. where all other noise is tuned out, because that's exactly what is ... noise, and when you feel like nothing else could possibly get into the world you're in.

i feel lost at classical concerts. like tonight. when all i heard was the music, and i was so lost in it, i couldn't even move my eyes around, or i would have distracted myself. and then, right when i was getting really into it, the piece will ended, and i heard sirens. the sound of them brought me back into the world i'm world i'm typically in - not a very bad thing, just different.

and seriously ... that is how i feel with Jesus sometimes. that i am so lost in him, nothing else could touch the moment, and then i hear someone come in... or some other distraction makes me dart my focus off of what is most important.

and i can't help but wonder how that makes him feel.

i hate it when i'm trying to talk to my mom and she is intently listening one minute, and the next i can tell she is totally zoned out of what i'm saying for what seems to be something so inconsequential to me, like whether she got the right yogurt or something.

what is my excuse for shifting my allegiance from Jesus to the most unnecessary of desires?

nope, don't have one.